The room smelled vaguely of some kind of incense, sandalwood perhaps, he thought. It was pleasant and not overpowering, but added to the feeling of luxury and money spent on comfort and pleasure. There was also a faint aroma of perfume. Subtle. Feminine. Alluring.
“Some weekend retreat,” he muttered softly to himself, stripping off his cotton Izod golf shirt and slacks and walking into the sumptuous bathroom. There, standing next to the massive, glassed in shower enclosure, was a stunning young woman in an abbreviated maid’s uniform. The deep V of black silk garment, trimmed with white lace, was just enough to cover her s*x, her n*****s and little else. But the tiny starched cap set back on the top of her long, dark brown hair was the final touch that said that she was a servant, albeit a
